Vent Session
Venom rushes toward her heart via her veins
Elle tastes her rage
Nearly choking on the poison in her mouth
Talking seems a waste of time
Sophie insists
Elle resists, but
Soon relents and
Sets to pouring it all out
In no time she feels better,
Out with the bad blood, like letting leeches suck her dry
Nothing cures an ill spirit faster than a good friendly listener
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2008
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